Seventeen (?)

I've put the question mark next to the title of this post, because I opened up the window to type and couldn't remember what number I was up to. I think I have it right, but I simply can't be bothered travelling a simple mouse-click away to find out. So if I'm wrong, forgive me, but I think I'm right.

I've spent today at my 'old job', training the person that will be taking over part of my old role. It's a big job, and as the day moved on, the lovely HR did begin to look a little weary and worn out. But (and I know she's reading this) I have the utmost confidence in her to be able to do a wonderful job - basically because I know that she is pretty much as anally retentive as me when it comes to organising and getting things in order (in fact I would say somewhat MORE anally retentive than me because when we first met she literally BEGGED me to 'let' her sort through the uniform cupboard.....and she had a smile on her face the whole time! But I digress.....). HR picked everything up very quickly, she'll be fine. She'll be apples. She'll be right mate. She'll do a great job.

Interesting for me though. I have to say that although I did like being back in the old building, seeing my past colleagues (won't say 'old' in case one of them reads this and thinks I'm referring to their age!!), sitting at my old desk (at times), making coffees in the old kitchen, meeting clients at reception, ordering stuff for my old (and in this case I AM referring to his age....hahahahaha) boss and spending a day being partly the 'old' me, I had an epiphany of sorts, because I realised that as sad as I was to leave the place two months ago, with tears of worry and wonder as to whether I would cope and be happy in my new role, well, the right decision was made. I am so happy where I am right now and nothing could entice me to change it.

Which is a good feeling really, particularly when you consider that THIS post has come after the LAST one, in which I wrote of the horrible day I'd had at work!

Talk tomorrow

Janeane
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